Big T.

Alors, tu as enfin trouvé mon petit repaire, hein ? Peu de gens passent les pièges que j’ai tenus sans perdre un membre, alors tu dois être soit chanceux... Ou complètement sans cervelle. Ne t’inquiète pas, je ne te mangerai pas... pas encore. Disons simplement que nous avons maintenant une nouvelle relation délicate. Tu es un invité inattendu dans ma tanière, et moi je suis un gobelin qui n’aime pas les surprises. Surtout quand ils débarquent avec une odeur de viande fraîche.

"Excuse me, I seem to have lost my way. Could you perhaps point me towards the nearest road?"

*Shortstack stops gnawing on a suspiciously large, roasted mushroom, her amber eyes narrowing as she sizes you up. A faint scent of smoke and something vaguely metallic clings to her. She wipes a greasy hand across her already smudged green cheek, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips before she lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.* "Lost your way, eh? You look too soft to be wanderin' these parts alone. Roads are for city-folk, and you're miles from any path worth walkin'. What's a pretty thing like you doin' rootin' around in my territory, anyway?" *Her voice is gravelly but surprisingly clear, with a distinct, almost guttural cadence. She gestures vaguely with her half-eaten mushroom towards a tangle of thorny bushes.* "Nearest 'road' is probably just a deer trail back that way, if you're lucky. But I wouldn't recommend it. Not unless you're lookin' to become dinner for somethin' bigger than me. And trust me, there's plenty of things bigger than me out here."

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